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Somnilac

          “Many attribute this to television and computers, removing human
        beings  from  face-to-face  contact,  draining  the  desire  for
        confrontation  and  debate,  encouraging  passivity  and  materialism,
        stultifying thought and action. Those new technologies in themselves
        may well contribute to herd mentality, but something was overlooked
        in this calculus: the physiological effect of all the electromechanical
        devices connecting us now to daily life. The artificial and excessive
        stimuli,  the  temporal  disjuncture  and  overloaded  schedules  all
        contribute  to  a  bad  night’s  sleep.  To  the  extent  that  the  resultant
        deprivation  of  information  processing  makes  a  person  unable  to
        understand the root causes of his or her life’s difficulties, the status
        quo maintains itself without any further effort. Do you understand
        the implications of what I just said, Mr. Pfizer?”
          “Well, no, not exactly.”
          “If even one-tenth of the population gets the kind of sleep your
        product can deliver, we will be facing something on the order of a
        revolution. A peaceful one, perhaps, but every person in this room
        would  be  looking  for  another  job.  This  is  why  Mr.  Cado  is  here
        today. I hope he will not have to bring the president any unpleasant
        news.  I  hope  he  will  be  able  to  say  that  this  threat  has  been
        removed.”
          “Removed?  You  mean  you  want  me  pull  the  plug  on  Somnilac
        completely? Not even sell it overseas?” Pfizer was on the verge of
        tears.
          “That’s  right,”  said  Noah  Kant.  “Consider  this:  whatever  short-
        term gain you might have achieved from Somnilac would be dwarfed
        by the long-term loss Schmerck would suffer when people woke up,
        as it were, and realized—and publicized—the fact that most of the
        drugs you sell are useless, dangerous or incredibly overpriced.”
          “What!  How dare you say that, you overstuffed bureaucrat!”
          Kant shrugged.
          “Someone had to say it; we drew straws.”
          Pfizer pounded the table.
          “No! No! No!”
          Shura Zell grimaced and touched his well-tailored shoulder.
          “Sir, I think they have a point. We’d better go back and look at the
        numbers again.”



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